BrianThis began the period of my being Beth’s personal computer trainer/tech. Things that I took for granted had to be explained in great detail, us...ally a couple of times before the lights would come on, and I knew that she had got it. I had to be really careful not to show her too much at once so that I didn’t overwhelm her. She would come to work everyday brimming with questions and carefully write out all the instructions that I gave her so that she could try them at home.I was so proud of. Then the King died, internal power struggles grew tremendously and became the norm.Now the kingdom was struggling internally and the heirs to the throne were resorting back to the old ways. Princes and their following were being charged with corruption and other offences that carried long prison terms or the death penalty, some simply disappeared.It was under this cloud that the power struggle cultivated support for the proxy war as a distraction and to unify. Proxy wars were never won, always. The Ambassador volunteered that he could not possibly advise the Prince whether he really should attend or not.Discussing this curious comment with his mother, the Prince decided that it might be dangerous to be in Kobekistan for the funeral, as the new Emir Mustapha was known to have plotted against his own father for many years and might well decide to remove summarily any possible rivals for the throne.Less than a week later the Ambassador telephoned again to announce that the Emir Mustapha. But I think you're disturbing your husband." That's a nice suit you're wearing."It was clearly time to escape. For some reason this local beauty had fixed upon him, but he had no desire to achieve a pickup."It's a Smart Suit, Marsha," he said. "Someday you'll read all about it, but tonight I can't take the time to discuss it."He reached for his check. A tall, angry and broad-shouldered young man stood menacingly in front of his table."What are you doing to my wife?" Absolutely nothing," said.